Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-09-04

Don't be lettin' thin tark to any Odher
children, or We naden't come back. Do
We moind?"
"Yes, madame" And the parents were
left to themselves.
Mrs. Gallaher was silent for few mo-
ments, lost in sad and bitter musings.
Gallaher, understanding the situation, was
apparently absorbed in the large print of a
newspaper, waiting for her to speak. At
ter some minutes she said furtively, in a
hoarse whisper:
"Dinnisn
"What?"
The naygur woman has a pug darg."
What's pug darg?"
"a dirty little haste wild black nose all
jammed in an CLASH eyes"
can what do she be doin' wild a pug
darg?"
"Ladin' it up an down all day long in
frint av the house to shpoite me-" She
breathed savagely and her eyes snapped
with suppressed anger.
Gallagher was aroused and angry, too.
"Kelly has shmall bulldarg as'll chew
the head Off7n him, he said.
The lady shook her head. Its not
Frinch t'have bulldargs."
There was silence, and each cast about
for counter to this body blow that the
Millards had struck. Mrs. Gallagher spoke
first
"Dinnisr'
WHAT"
"PaycOcks is nice"
What's paycocks?"
"It's big burrud wild bul's-eye feath-
ers in its tail. Ye seen 'em in the park. "
Like paiuted turkey"
That same"
"Ahaw
The next day Gallaher purchased the
finest peacock that money could buy.
The peacock arrived the next evening
on dray. The huge coop was taken into
the laundry room, in the basement, and
the family gathered for a private view on
the eve of the public display. When the
coop door was opened it stepped out, took
one, two, and then three suspicious steps,
craning its purple neck and looking about.
The family stared. but said nothing.
Neither did the peacock.
HAS it song?" asked the servant girl,
breaking the silence.
Faith, it's no dickey burrud," said
Mrs. Gallaher, contemptuously.
1--WE orter feed it," said Dennis Gala
her, ST., aged II. What does it eat,
MAJ"
''Oh, thin things ates chaneyware aud
rocks and chingle nails" said his mother
airily. She was fashicnably familiar with
the gastric weaknesses of all fashionable
pets.
Dennis, Junior, tried it with broker
cup, but it had no appetite. When some
corn was put in the cup ID took thret
grains, one at a time, and with great de
liberation. It appeared to prefer Dennis
junior.
why don't it blow up its tail, map
asked he.
There's no CRASH here. Whin it git
on the lawn yen see it pull the stirring
Having inspected it till they couldn'
rest, the bird, which after discussion anC
in difference to the father had been callet
Robert Emmett, was locked up in thu
wagon house in the rear of the lot. Mrs
Gallaher was not satisfied. She decided Il
calm Lucille, but had been physiologically
overruled. When the family retired Il
bed Mrs. Gallaher's mind was filled Will
visions of her front yard converted into {
tropical jungle, in which peacocks. bird'
of paradise, and new bonnets Of elegan
plumage, stood in line upon the limbs o
the trees and poured forth their joy il
melodiOuS roulades and thrilling rounde
lays.
| 10 was the clear hour of night.
| Mrs. Gallaher's face had sunk in it
soft pillows and her rosy features wer
wrapped in q lace bonnet de mutt, which
came down over her ears and shut out al
earthly sounds. 1t had cherry ribbon
strings tied under her chin. All was still
with one exception, which was Gallaher
At regular intervals he snored defiance :,
the English throne of which he dreamed
Suddedly upon the stiffness came long
loud, blOod-curdling scream that made tn
windows rattle. 1t was awful.
What's that" cried Gallaher starting
up. 80.
what is it, Dennis2" asked Mrs. Call
her, awakening and scared.
Gavin orrTk ~
| uC huiIAulC oCICtiu was ICpCopcu. uoAAo
her sprsng to the floor.
''Dennts-Oi-Oi'n choke to death vii
this-darn-thing." Mrs. Gallaber wa
spluttering with terror. She had pulle,
her bonnet de mutt strings into hard kno
and was strangling.
"Howld yure jaw, will oo?" said Gala
her aDgrily. He was listening intently.
The string parted and freed her tears
She listened, too, still scared.
'tMusha, / hope it's not wan o. thin
hurrah away murders" l.
He has no made to cut her throat an {
noight like this" said Gallaher, shiverin,
in his night gown. CAV be howlds he
still she'll freeze quick enough"
"Cawhorrrrkm
1t came again. He grabbed his sock
and drew ON his trousers As he pullet
on his coat he looked ont of the from
window, and by the light of 3 street LAM
saw George Washington Millard in front o
the house and looking up at the windows
Instantly angry, he few down stairs am
opened the front door. Ell
"Aha," said he sayagely, by way o
greeting.
"Heah, Posey. Come heah," said Mr.
Willard wooingly to the pug dog, which
had followed him over. He pretended no
to see Mr.. Gsllaher. I.t r}rt3
SIS it watchin' me CRASH grow We sreP'
asked Gallaher sarcastically.
mice doggie; good doggie," said tn
other, patting it.
What de ye mane?" demanded Gala
her, going down the walk.
Subterfuge was useless.
ssI came over aah ~ said Mr. Willard IN